Sea’s Temple Stay (4)
His declaration froze the air in the basement while igniting entirely different flames in the hearts of the three senior bitches.
As expected... that bitch! Chiharu swallowed a curse under her breath. The fact that she herself hadn't been the one chosen for the Master's first night, but this immature little newbie instead.
In the end...! Aki felt a mix of crisis as the matriarch and a perverse thrill at participating in taming a new bitch.
The Master's... grace...! Koharu was simply enraptured by the sight of a new devotee receiving the Master's baptism.
Jinwoo released Sea's chin and issued his command in a languid voice, like a king summoning a servant.
"Prepare the bath. Wash away the filth of this shell... with your bodies."
"Yes, Master!!!"
The three women's voices rang out in perfect harmony through the basement—a instantaneous, flawless obedience brimming with joy.
The women sprang into synchronized action. Aki dashed upstairs first, gathering the softest bathrobe and towels for the Master, along with the finest oils. Koharu hurried to the bathroom and began filling the hinoki tub with perfectly tempered water, floating dried rose petals and calming herbs on the surface. Chiharu roughly hauled Sea to her feet and forced her back down to her knees before him.
"The honor of touching the Master's clothes... I'll specially share it with you tonight's sacrifice, little newbie."
It was a humiliating order disguised as kindness. With trembling hands, Sea knelt at Jinwoo's feet and began untying the laces of his heavy leather boots. Each time her fingers brushed his ankle, electric shivers coursed through her body like a shock.
Once the boots were off, Chiharu took over. Like a squire removing her lord's armor, she unbuckled the leather belt at his waist and reverently received his heavy feathered cloak. With the cloak gone, the leather coat encasing his solid torso was revealed.
"Master...♡ Please accept this lowly bitch's service..."
Aki had returned and prostrated herself before him. She didn't use her hands. Instead, with her full red lips and skilled tongue, she slowly took each button of his leather coat between her teeth, undoing them one by one. With every button released, she breathed her hot breath onto his firm chest, imprinting an invisible claim of ownership.
Finally, Koharu reached for the buckle of his pants.
"Great Master... grant this humble one the permission to touch... your most sacred place..."
Nearly in tears, with the expression of a martyr, Koharu removed his pants. At last, all his outer shell was stripped away. His naked form revealed the majestic presence of a perfect dominator under the basement's dim light, etched with faint but glorious scars from past nightmares.
The four women began shedding their own clothes. Then, surrounding their nude god, they headed to the bathroom.
Hot steam from the hinoki tub filled the entire space with a dreamlike mist. The rich scent of cypress wood mingled with the sweet aroma of Koharu's rose petals, creating an atmosphere that felt divorced from reality.
Jinwoo settled into the deepest center of the tub like a king on his throne, his body submerged in the scalding water with only his shoulders and head above the surface. The four bitches began their services around him.
Aki positioned herself behind his back. She pressed her voluptuous, soft breasts against his back and shoulders, kneading his knotted muscles like a living massage chair. Her long fingers, slick with premium oil, expertly worked his nape and trapezius.
"Master...♡ May all today's fatigue... transfer to this wretched body of mine...♡"
Chiharu sat before him, placing his firm legs across her thighs. With her trained fingers, she precisely pressed every acupoint on his soles. Then, lowering her head, she devotedly licked and sucked each toe with her hot tongue.
"May every path you tread... become a road of silk... This huntress's tongue will clear away every pebble that dares soil it..."
Koharu wrung out a cool compress from a wooden tray floating beside his head and laid it on his forehead. In her clear, pure voice, she began softly reciting an original poem of praise for him. Her role was to soothe not his flesh, but his soul.
And Sea. She could only stand frozen at the tub's edge, helplessly watching the scene. The three women before her eyes no longer looked human. They were perfectly attuned goddesses of pleasure, existing solely to delight one man.
"What, you plan to just watch from there, little newbie?"
Aki's cold voice struck her ear. The three pairs of eyes turned to her in unison.
"Come here."
Jinwoo's low, irresistible voice echoed.
"The special seat of service permitted only to you... is still empty, isn't it?"
His gaze pointed between his legs, to the massive, ferocious shadow faintly swaying in the hot water.
Sea couldn't resist. Drawn by the stigmata in her lower abdomen, she slowly approached him. The three senior bitches watched her first true service with eyes mixed of jealousy, contempt, and curiosity.
Her feet slipped on the misty stone floor. Stumbling, she finally stood right before him. The water rose to her chest, pounding her heart into frenzy. Beneath the rippling surface before her eyes loomed the special seat he'd indicated—a massive, threatening silhouette like a slumbering sea dragon.
"Don't know what to do?"
Jinwoo's voice was languid, but laced with undeniable pressure.
"Or do you want your seniors to teach you... right in front of them?"
A faint, cruel smile tugged at Aki and Chiharu's lips. Sea shook her head fiercely. She knew hesitation here would only invite greater humiliation and an excuse for training.
Sea squeezed her eyes shut. Slowly, she knelt in the water. Hot liquid enveloped her shoulders as her brown hair soaked above the surface. Trembling hands reached down, groping through the water for that enormous presence. At last, her fingertips met something hard and hot.
"Ah...!"
A short moan escaped her unbidden. It wasn't mere flesh. It was alive, pulsing—the Master's power and desire incarnate. Amid fear and awe, she carefully wrapped both hands around it.
"Lift your head."
At his command, she slowly raised it. His arrogant gaze pierced her wet face. He said nothing, but she knew what he wanted.
Sea took a deep breath and slowly lowered her head. Parting her lips, she took the tip into her mouth as if receiving the Eucharist. The musky, hot taste of man coated her tongue. Memories flooded back of that night she lost her purity—the painful, intense agony. But this time, there was no pain. Only the horrific, thrilling depravity of servicing his most intimate place with her mouth before the three seniors' eyes.
"Deeper..."
His low whisper nearly brought tears. But she obeyed. Desperately, she took him to the limit her small mouth and throat allowed. Gags rose, but she forced them down. Hot tears streamed from her eyes, mingling into the tub.
"Slurp... schlick..."
The bathroom filled with Aki's soft massage sounds, Koharu's murmured poetry, and now... Sea's wet, obscene slurps from her mouth.
Chiharu watched arms crossed, eyes cold.
In the end... she's the same. All she knows is sucking holes like that.
Contempt mingled with her own dry mouth and heating core.
Aki smiled in satisfaction.
That's right, learn like that, little newbie. The first thing you discard here is your shame and pride.
How much time passed? Feeling Jinwoo's body faintly twitch, Sea sensed the moment approaching.
"Take it all... Not a single drop wasted."
With his final command, hot, thick fluid poured like a waterfall deep into her throat.
"Gulp... hack...!"
She desperately swallowed. His essence flowed down her esophagus, into her stomach, into her very core.
Finally swallowing it all and pulling away, she slumped against the tub's edge, exhausted near collapse, gasping raggedly.
Then Jinwoo gently grasped her hair, pulling her to him. He kissed her deeply, her lips still glistening with his seed. Savoring the mix of his taste and her saliva.
"Your education for tonight... is over."
He whispered in her ear.
"Now, you're no longer a guest. You're mine... and the harem's true youngest."
With his declaration, the last flickers of resistance and confusion faded from Sea's eyes.
Jinwoo rose from the tub with a satisfied smile. Aki swiftly approached, drying his body with a massive towel and draping him in a soft bathrobe. The other three women dried off and donned thin silk robes.
"To the living room."
At the curt command, the four bitches followed in perfect unison.
As they headed there, Jinwoo murmured languidly, like to himself but loud enough for all, his gaze raking Sea's wet, terrified form trailing him.
"Hmm... Where to start tasting this new toy. Aki, how about trampling this young thing's purity again in your worn but luscious bedroom, teaching you personally? Or Chiharu, filling your pride while listening to her screams in your barren room sounds fun. Or... Koharu, offering her as sacrifice in your fanatic chapel for a blood-and-fluid-soaked holy rite might suit best."
Each word stabbed like a dagger into the three seniors' hearts. Aki thrilled at overseeing the new bitch's training as matriarch, yet humiliated at her sacred bedroom defiled by another's blood. Chiharu burned at her space called "barren" and the idea of Sea's screams fulfilling her pride—humiliation laced with anticipation. Koharu ecstatically envisioned her holy space as a den of lewd ritual, tinged with faint guilt.
Their gazes turned as one to Sea, the culprit of this chaos, following him dazedly.
They arrived at the living room with its jade throne. Jinwoo sank deep into the throne's center like a king. The four bitches knelt in rank order on the marble floor at his feet.
"Now... let's start a little screening to commemorate the youngest's baptism."
Jinwoo picked up the remote on the throne's armrest. Pressing a button, the massive 8K TV covering the opposite wall flickered silently to life. He pulled out his smartphone, tapped a few times, and mirrored it to the TV.
With his words, the first video began playing.
Sea swallowed hard. On screen appeared the dusty, rundown hotel room where she'd wandered in the nightmare. And there, the savior—the one she'd resisted, only to lose her purity on the threadbare blanket-covered bed, writhing in pain and ecstasy.
The ultra-high-definition screen captured every trembling eyelash, every bead of sweat on her skin, unedited and raw.
"What do you think?"
Jinwoo asked the other three bitches without pausing the video.
"Of my first bitch accepting my salvation."
"It's beautiful... Master."
Aki gave the textbook response first. But her eyes sharply compared the on-screen Sea's young, elastic body to her own.
"Overwhelmed by your mercy..."
Koharu teared up in pure worship.
"......"
Only Chiharu stayed silent. Watching Sea crumble weaker and more helplessly than herself, she felt contempt and a strange superiority.
Jinwoo savored their reactions and played the next video. This time, the Yamashita residence entrance appeared. Three beautiful women in ornate kimonos held their offerings—house deeds and wedding rings, gold medals and plaques, fan art and figurines—precious in their arms, red magic collars around their necks. The leashes' ends led off-screen to Jinwoo's hand, herding them like livestock to the basement.
Them arriving, prostrating at his feet, vowing to offer everything. And finally, naked, the Ultimate Subjugation Seal burning into their lower abdomens amid agony and ecstasy, reborn as perfect slaves in that horrific, sacred rite. The video continued to them denying their former husband and father in their own voices, erasing and banishing his every memory.
Sea watched it all nearly losing her mind. Even those beautiful, strong women had undergone a far more horrific, complete breaking than hers.
When it ended, Jinwoo turned to Sea. His eyes seemed to pierce her soul.
"Did you see, Kim Sea?"
His voice was deeper, heavier than before.
"They severed all ties to their past and the world, reborn solely as mine. Like your seniors, are you ready to offer everything to me... and be eternally reborn as mine?"
He pointed to her lower abdomen.
"That red stigmata is still incomplete. To finish it requires your 'will.' Can you deny and destroy your brother, your past, everything binding you... in your own voice?"
The question was no mere query. It was her final choice—the cruelest test.
At his feet, the three seniors watched with complex gazes, reflecting on their own pasts, awaiting her answer.